Satish Verma

Veteran Poet - 1,181 Points (5-6-1935)

Scissors - Poem by Satish Verma

The window was closing.
Whole life went by,
to understand oneself,
trying to find the true meanings of words,
using myself as a bait.

To read or not to read the unwritten,
blank page. A dot
a dash, a comma, parenthesis.
They were trying to find
the signature pains.

A green rust starts burying
the crumbling wall. The cognitive
climb gets a setback. Suddenly
the peeling off starts, of makeup.
You stand naked.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 18, 2013


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